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I came five, six, seven times that night, on her chest, in her mouth, on her back, and on my own in the shower with her sat there reading the poetry on the walls: “Is this one from England?” She makes a long thin trail over the paintings with her fingernail, scratching the surface for more home truths I Envelope her again and finally we conjoin completely. It is done. The seeds planted, light their own way down to the seafront shops and the metallic telephone boxes of might. Sunshine has been replaced by an electric storm. Robert’s staggering home past Bar Bleu on the sea’s edge, hum drumming about taking a taxi home. Benjamin and Fern make their plans for Saturday Night. Hey. Brown bottle ally where the graqndmothers aid their bones. Slip juice into cup and drink together. The Almighty has arisen. Holding her hand in the car afterwards, talking about the Pikey’s interest in Catholicism and Crowlety. Did they really give him Crowley’s landlady’s diary. I wonder, pouring libation from Russia down my throat. Hi Hey! Steve rounded up a few pills and made me feel important, I the great weed taster, set up patterns for the masses. Love now Rules Supreme. The deity of light her hand in mind the yellow dresses in the schoolyards breething poetry as girl sweeps lawn and path p[erforming madrigals of music and magic with her beast inside the roaring thunder of lust, the dying embers of patronage, the juice squirting down her legs and into my mouth. I live in a small two room flat; shabby and oil and coffee stained carpets preside over walls concreted with images, painting s from Egypt. She sits on the ladder, naked, as I draw her face in with charcoal. I shoot pictures flashing fast a hundred two hundred rolls of film across the vast acrerage of her beauty. Veunys rising up from the sea, comes crashing in with her beauty and smiles as she leans back into her metalk backed chair, pausing to enjoy the attention my look is giving her., Green sea fueled by beautiful rain. Robert staggers as far as College Kantina and is asked to step inside for a last glass of wine. He is forces, therefore to take in the electrical storm swarming round the Beachy Head where the even the suiced have been stopped by the image. We talk magic. Proper magician he is mate. And the conversation France eneters into the geometry. David Icke. The Illuminati. I talk with a grey haired geezer., I should know his name thinks Steve. Places eight tabs into my wallet. Hand on heart, this is true I say to chloe. The handsome man at the corner of the bar rejecting all protocal advances himself to the woman. Aie Christma Caramba. The seed smells inside me. The growing nutrients of a new age. Saturn propels me forward into 9 degrees of Virgo, and the gathering at the Russian’s Place takes shape. Grey clouds give way to black night. The summer is Royal and the summer is peaking and the waves are crashing and young girls hold their hearts and unplug their televisions because of rumour. The cars screech to a halt. The ecplipse has come, unannounced and unheralded. What planet is that? Even the astronomers were caught napping. What planet is that. The Pikey laughs. He’s got his hand in to Edinburgh and WILLIAM’as been awarded.. “No. You have been awareded the Order of the thistle! I poet, down beatedn for so many years, dovetailing life with the spiritual utterances. Where could Rilke have gone, else to the angels. Where would Rilke have gone had he stayed with the angels. I recall a past life, between the Lake in Balxaklva where the Prussian Prince made the pasth open to Tibet,. The Panchen Lama, and the whole hierarchy opened the gate into Albion, eventually seeing that it would take years and years. The codes for the reincarnation proptovole were given in 1876 AD. AN there are more to emerge. Now that the clearing of the air has taken place the seeds untie together internally and externally forming the New Horizon. The birth planted ideas of a generation, the double plus MaxPly condiments on the shelves, quivering with exceitement. Oh how sub atomic life likes to be bought. Oh great Form. Oh great wonder. Outside in the rain, he tells me, the Paikey notices a giorl roller blading up the prom on water laden pavements, with no bra with wetness dfripping and even tho I say it myself, never have I seen such breasts. That’s what he likes about life; when people just let go and give themselves the permission top enjoy, It is a phikosophy of Enjoyment he is gathering together. Now Crowleys happy. The open season of energy the final clearing through the lightworlers conduits as we all now hear and listen to the outet Planets. Ah I was worried in the downturns. I’d had a month two months maybe three months of extreme enjoyment. More enjoyment than I’ve had in years. Blissfull laughter and real risks. As the ^D blens and merges with Time itself, as we form the new now in the image of the source, as time and space are conjunct and are brought into synthesis, as the metallic lines of the Bar riveted with hands that are now at this moment still beating the drums of the Oluympiad. Ah Greeks. Ah Jupiter. Ah Deucalion. Ah Melissa. Ah Juno! Ah, the great Harridam pounces on me and extols my truth from me. The great Greek God and the Great Babylonian Goddess untied in hands together blessing wthe rain with gold and silver filaments falling from the sky light up the latent ptotozoa in the channel. We have agree to meet and recommence the great Northern projects; the Norse meets the Swede in the GRden of Earthly and Vegetable delights. We are going Horse riding today. The girl, giggling, pokes her best mate off the couch and introduces her to her father. The warm sleep of night is rubbed from her eyes. How did you sleep through the whole thing. The other day was then. This is now. We have the codes for the opening and the blending, the opening of the truem harmonic ovctave of the town meeting the old harmonic that was set up as imprint. The two worlds meet in time today, yes, they have co joined for this. The lights on the sea opff shore infddicate fisherman are stil out there sloshing in nets and dope. Fridges all over the world running on empty are no match for the whitenes in the dark sjy, Crack! Boom. The low thunder rolling round the bay waking up the south east corner of Little Britain. The English thistle the Irish hound the German lapdog and The Hungarian Count have all arrived here. The great rebuilt kingdom of Sumer, right here on the southern shores. From Folkstone the storm places itself over the channel absorbing the buiilogical data released from the glaciers. The elephantine rivers swell all the way up to London, pounding hearts hold steady on the briadge at Charing and sweep up to Bushy the water mark bleeding gold. The systematic construction of poetry; the heart of the Cosmos; the galactic nature of all things; the surreal and the mundane; the hidden and the seen; the two di poles of experience, moving to source and moving away from source were brought into a harmonic accord. Swoops of light through the rocks in the West Hill, downward m,elting energy into the small rivers and wells, spread into the telluric. Pikey shows me his two packs of cigarettes. Al orders another Dinner; even the kebab shops are closed. Gerry opens the door to his closed pub and stands on the lip opposite the two bos still selling weed, three a.m. Andrew makes his play for rosa outside Moda. Julie’s made her confidence known and she’s been willing to risk aklk for him. The catsuit and hotpants were made at home but the heels she had to go to London for. The time tube of the past, the votex generating positive energy that was all held in for so long. The panchen lama made that agreement long ago. As china moves through its rubble, the west becomes the east and all is reversed. The here was reversed over a year ago. The positive dipole remains in place. This is doing, they tell me. This is what we can now do. Now that the codes have been cleared and the opening smade clear and the agreements signed sealed and delivered …